Meng Eqi's words caused Meng Yong's memories to flood in like a tide, and the hazy pictures in the depths of his memories flashed like a revolving lantern. How could Meng Yong forget? She originally had infinite possibilities with Zhou Xing, or maybe they have treated each other like a guest since then. It will definitely not fall to the current level of mutual hatred.
Meng Yong was not as surprised as Meng Eqi imagined, but her face was more like a layer of frost. She coldly brushed away Meng Eqi's hand and stretched out her hand, and stood up and patted her skirt. Pendulum: "Bengong never remembers these strange dreams, so please don't be fooled by this girl. Otherwise, if Bengong calls out, someone will arrest the two of you as assassins. So before that, please ask the two of you. Go back. This palace can let go of who you are, but if you have any disputes with this palace in the future, don’t blame this palace for being rude.”
After that, she called out the guards loudly.
Meng Eqi was about to argue with her when she was picked up by Sheng Jiayan's waist and went straight to the side.
Meng Yong watched the two disappear, and his palms were sweaty. She had a thought for a moment, if that was really a fairy...
Forget it, she and Zhou Xing are like this, what immortals do you still think about
After they left, Meng Yongcai felt a sharp pain in his ankle.
Just when Li Yushu came, he did not rush to check the two assassins, but walked towards Meng Yong anxiously. He held onto her shoulders eagerly, and the hair of the person in his arms rose gently, bringing a faint fragrance, Li Yushu's heart moved, and he didn't care about the pain, but he couldn't hold it.
He restrained his mind and let Meng Yongban lean on him. Meng Yong tried to move his leg, and suddenly let out a painful exclamation and took a breath.
Just when he was swollen, his muscles and bones were injured, and his ankle was swollen a lot. He couldn't walk, and he couldn't move.
"Your ankle is injured, you need to rub the blood stasis and sit next to me." Li Yushu hugged her and gently pressed her injured ankle with both hands.
Meng Yong felt inappropriate, and just as he was about to push him away, Li Yushu was already a step ahead of her: "Please forgive Wei Chen for offending him."
With a smile in his eyes, gentle and sincere, Meng Yong's heart panicked for a moment, but in the end he just turned his head away.
Li Yushu took off her shoes and socks, and her ankle, which was as white as jade, was reflected in her eyes, but there was only a bruise on it, which was a little eye-catching. He rubbed his hands on the wound and rubbed it slowly, as if the bone-piercing stab wound was not as bad as this bruise.
Meng Yong saw everything in his eyes, and his face gradually showed a bit of embarrassment.
In the end, Zhou Xing, who was long overdue, was surrounded by everyone, holding his new favorite Miaomei in his arms. Miaomei leaned against Zhou Xing's chest shyly, and they both looked at Meng Yong together. At that time, Meng Yong was already standing apart from Li Yushu, and it was still inconvenient to just walk.
"Empress—" Zhou Xing glanced coldly at Li Yushu and Meng Yong: "Is there nothing?"
Meng Yong's expression was indifferent: "I'm fine with my concubine, but Emperor Lao is worried."
Zhou Xing looked at the assassins who had already died on the ground, with a hint of suspicion in his tone: "All the assassins have been wiped out?"
Li Yushu clasped his fists and said, "When Wei Chen came, the assassin had already fallen to the ground."
Zhou Xing sneered: "Oh? With a weak woman in Queens, how did she resist these two sturdy assassins and kill them all? I can't wait to hear it."
Zhou Xing finally gave Meng Yong a threatening look, then turned around and left with his Miaomei in his arms.
After Zhou walked, Li Yushu looked at Meng Yong and wanted something. But suddenly found that Meng Yong is now more and more beautiful. The summer sun slanted on her face, as if a wave of light was rolled up on the white jade, and that blushing was a red plum that suddenly bloomed on the ice and snow, so beautiful and so pretty.
Meng Yong is not a beautiful face, he can only be beautiful in the past. And now, for some reason, I feel more and more that she is beautiful and beautiful.
"Thanks a lot just now." Meng Yong said lightly to Li Yushu, and then she insisted on following Zhou Xing's steps to leave without waiting for Li Yushu's reaction. Even though her figure was a little unstable, her ankles must have been sore, but Meng Yong endured it and didn't say a word.
Meng Eqi and Sheng Jiayan, who were hiding on the big tree, saw that they had all left. Meng Eqi stared at the cluster of bloodstains on the grass and frowned: "Who are these people?"
Sheng Jiayan raised his narrow eyes slightly, and the mask covered a lot of the elegance in his eyes: "There should be many people in this world who want Meng Yongming's life."
Now Meng Yongming obviously has a problem with Zhou Xing, so he doesn't want to recognize Meng Qiqi Sheng Jiayan. Meng Qiqi and the others have nothing to do, not even a breakthrough, which can be quite unfavorable.
"Ayan, is there any way you can make us use some spiritual power?"
Looking at the slyness in Meng Qiqi's eyes, Sheng Jiayan frowned slightly: "What?"
Meng Eqi smiled: "Of course I want to see what Meng Yong is thinking."
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Zhou Xing wanted to thoroughly investigate the assassin, so he ordered everyone to stay in Qionglou.
That night, after Meng Eqi, Sheng Jiayan and other Meng Yong fell asleep, Meng Eqi sneaked into Meng Yong's room quietly.
The room was dark, and Meng Yong didn't seem to like sleeping with lights on.
Meng Eqi slowly touched the bedside, Meng Yong lay down with her long hair loose, as if she was having a nightmare, her brows were furrowed, and she looked uneasy.
Meng Eqi gently put her hand to her mouth, her eyebrows were filled with a mighty lake-colored light, she slowly put her hand on Meng Yong's heart, and countless golden lights flew from her palm, and the whole room seemed to be splashed by Jiudoutou. The golden snow, a strange aroma diffused. What kind of fragrance is that. It is extremely cold and icy, like coming from a dead white snow field, the kind of businessless leisurely like an endless cold fragrance.
If Meng Yong didn't want to remember, then Meng Eqi had to force her to remember.
Meng Yong, who was dreaming at first, suddenly felt that she was enveloped by a cold. In the boundless darkness, she saw those golden butterflies fluttering and emitting a gleaming light in the dark.
"Yujian, Yujian?" She called out to her maid.
Meng Yong moved forward subconsciously, and found that the ground seemed to be smooth and soft. She looked down, and half her body froze in shock. Where is the flat ground under your feet, it is clearly a dark river! The river seemed to have no source and no end. Looking down, the bottom of the river was invisible, like a long and narrow valley between high mountains. Only faint strands of black qi lingered towards her ankles on the river surface. .
So she wasn't in the room long ago? Did someone kidnap her
Suddenly there was a chuckle in the air, like stars sprinkled on the sparkling water.
Meng Yong was horrified: "Who is there!"
Meng Qiqi gradually revealed her figure, and the radiant light enveloped her.
"Meng Yong, I've been there, we've met before, you can't let it go."
Meng Yong stared at her in horror: "Why did you bring me here? What the hell is this place!"
Meng Qiqi laughed twice: "What are you afraid of, this is a ghostly place, and you will come here after you die. The one you stepped on under your feet is the Yellow Spring. But don't be afraid, the Yellow Spring's water does not touch living souls. So you see, don't you stand on the water well."
Her words became softer and softer, and the softness was a little numb. Meng Yong even felt a continuous breath passing by her ear, like a willow wind blowing on her face: "It's getting darker and colder here. , There are fewer people. You go along with the flow, and we're on business. "
After about half a stick of incense, Meng Yong said softly: "You." Her voice was still a little trembling, but the tone was normal, not as high as before, and she took a deep breath several times. Only when the words are complete: "Why did you bring me here?"
"For..." Meng Eqi smiled: "You will find out later."
Countless wordless words overflowed from Meng Qiqi's mouth, and seemed to come from all directions on the boundless and dark yellow spring water. The flying golden butterfly became more and more luminous with the incantation, and countless scorching fire trees and silver flowers burst out in the sky. They twisted the long rope freely and probed down to the bottom of the yellow spring.
Butterflies are endless. As long as the rope goes down, the length of the rope is slowly twisted together. It seems that there is no change at all. An illusion of time stasis. Suddenly, the light brush made of butterflies dimmed, and at the same time, the yellow spring water vibrated violently, as if someone overturned the ground at the bottom of the river, and four water columns were accompanied by a thick black gas that could not be dissolved. The higher the volume, the thicker the volume, the coldness of Sen Han's unique ghost diffused outward from the water column, and Meng Yong only felt that there was a layer of frost on his soul.
Until... A person she knew all too well appeared in the middle of the darkness.
Ling Ran's eyebrows and straight nose. It's a week trip...
"Zhou Xing! Why did you get caught here?" Meng Yong stretched out his hand to catch him, but found that he could not be touched in any way.
Zhou Xing seemed to be unable to hear it, but also seemed to hear it but ignored it. He still had a glowing face, and when the corners of his lips were not smiling, there was still a slightly warm smile. Indifferent ruthlessness and indifference.
Then, a crack appeared from Zhou Xing's face, and then like a vicious vine, its long terrifying stalks stretched all over his face little by little.
"Don't, don't, don't!" Watching Zhou Xing's face being torn apart by cracks and shattering cuts: "Ah!"
Meng Yong screamed, with tears on his face, and began to cry to Meng Qiqi in the void: "It was my fault, you let him go! Let him go!"
But in a void where can anyone respond? The cracks on Zhou Xing's face became more and more, deeper and deeper, Meng Yong could hardly cry, whimpering, the muscles and veins on his face jumped in terror, she finally put her hand on it regardless. Zhou Xing's face, in an attempt to smooth the deep ravines above it, was like a feather-like straw that slowly pressed down on the camel with a load of tens of millions, and the cracked face was shattered into powder. Turned into thousands of fireflies, and scattered privately with a swipe.